I can feel it in the air
Could u roll that window up a bit
Leaning back into a stare
On the horsie that we rode in with
Pick it up and dial in
And my mind will wonder if it's happening here again
Again i'm lonely
Like a hill that rolls away
Flowing gently to the sound it makes
I had called u later on
But the time is out it's getting late
Feel the carpet under foot
And my eyes will take a look it's happening here again
Again u know me
Tryna count the hours left
Or the weeks depending what u mean
Always easy to forget
Sitting on a highway in between
Couple hands there on the wheel
I remember how to feel it's happening here again
Again if only
